Please stop ringing bells, at this point the angels have way too many wings and it’s starting to get scary.

Back in the day, every box of Cracker Jacks would come with an episode of The Purgatory Podcast inside. Not anymore though. Now we live in hell.

I just now realized that “Moons over my Hammy” is a reference to Moon Over Miami. Why don’t they teach this in school? Instead of "geography."

0 out of 10 dentists recommend this podcast all because I suffer from something called "Viral cavities" that can be spread via the sound of my voice.

My solo breaking of the wishbone attempt this year was foiled by my greatest enemy -- myself.

Behind every successful man is a woman, and behind every podcaster is a horrible monster named The Podbeast who whispers ideas for new episodes to me every night.

I heard they're going to round up all the podcasters and take us to a farm upstate where we can run around and recite Squarespace ad copy to our heart's content.

This episode comes with batteries installed. They’re expanding a little bit but it’s probably because they’re filled with good content.

Trick or treat? Neither. I choose love.

They had to create a new podcast category on iTunes for this podcast called "guy talking who sounds like he has a dog's brain." Always thought of myself as more of a Miscellaneous type of guy but whatever.